few days ago, two facts emerged that deal directly with those times lived in my hometown, were the years 76 ', as I recall and has a direct and beautiful relationship with 
images ... planes a passion that has never been finished. And with these two models were the first aircraft with whom I had the opportunity to sail the skies of my place. Look at my Villa, Cerro, club, church, factory and quarries those huge, some covered by water and other fully active. And last but not least, flying the single roof of my house, my mother from the patio watching with fear that flight it was my happiness ...
not hit me eyes to see what I saw, everything was new, there was another way of seeing the world, houses, cars, animals in the fields ... people.
The pilot, a being of which I appreciated most in this world, was my hero and he enjoyed doing "tricks" in the air as he accused me worried such moves humanity treacherous, he could not stop laughing, and I knew I loved to fly , which enjoyed ...
The first flight was in the Cessna 172, my hands were sweating and my heart was about to explode, but nothing that would abandon the possibility of flying for the first time. And it was ... we check the plane, wings, air inlets to the engine, flaps, everything was ready. We went up and we headed towards the runway, the noise of the propellers were vibrating and put me nervous, but I sign. Suddenly a deafening and acceleration, we shot for the dirt track, taking increasing speed until soft silence and took over our feelings. The magic existed, there was nothing more compelling than flying. He wanted to look around and could not, it bothered me ... but as I enjoyed it.
not remember how we flew the first time, just how beautiful it was. He looked happy, because I knew that I was very calm and said, "get the wheel (in auto steering wheel) with the fingertips, sentilo "he told me and when I want to spin it sideways I'm driving the pedals" My hands were soaked with sweat. I did, I took the wheel with the tips of the fingers, I felt it and turned to my side, right ... The plane turned his nose to the floor and took an enormous rate. The field is coming very fast, until Oscar laughing over not being able to take the wheel and the second leveled off. My gut is parked very close to my throat, but the feeling had been one ... could not believe it had "managed" aircraft.
decided to return and "sliding" landing ... I loved it aim to head and got down we got to the hangar and without anything, he said: "suddenly this looks like a drawer" I ran and when he arrived and I had shoes belts. Launched it was much louder than the previous one as it had two engines in front and one behind the cab, was striking and was flying it was a wonder. We flew a little higher, some thousands of feet that allowed us to see the Atlantic coast, we made it through the clouds, to suffer when the ice was ready to cover our vision ...
to say, everything was second to none, nothing more had happened to me at that age and it woke up after thirty-five years is still passionate about the planes. Each aircraft he saw me full of nostalgia and a tear escapes me, because he who did so much to awaken in me that passion is no longer with us, is much closer to the planes that all who were his life, until one miserable with power kicked him out of the aircraft and that his life was complicated and decided to move to heaven. They never could with him, was the best of all, had I ever wanted and could not, was a gentleman. Thank
videos LOMA NEGRA, OUR PEOPLE, I could see her alive again. She looked at him almost every day, the strange, he taught me to fly in every way that my new fifty years have come to know. Life is absolutely beautiful and the air is even more so. From the air of fantasy, love, the breach of the rules nauseating stink and do not let you be what you want, how wonderful it is to feel deeply what happens to you that life is a nonstop flight and you have to enjoy every moment, with what you have, so that you are and what you dream. Oscar
not know what I have taught and do not know what I miss, sometimes I feel I want to be with you, laughing and listening to your stories with those planes were flying fabric as a kid, in your town Coronel Pringles. I could not enjoy you when I came to understand what you were, you had already take off your own accord, had decided to watch us from above, I hope I continue looking and have seen what I am, I owe much to you, you taught me almost everything ... You will be my eternal
reference, I can not and do not want to forget. Your smile sounds like the most beautiful music in my ears and always will be so ... Because we'll submit another aircraft and will cross in the sky the best memories ...
not hit me eyes to see what I saw, everything was new, there was another way of seeing the world, houses, cars, animals in the fields ... people.
The pilot, a being of which I appreciated most in this world, was my hero and he enjoyed doing "tricks" in the air as he accused me worried such moves humanity treacherous, he could not stop laughing, and I knew I loved to fly , which enjoyed ...
The first flight was in the Cessna 172, my hands were sweating and my heart was about to explode, but nothing that would abandon the possibility of flying for the first time. And it was ... we check the plane, wings, air inlets to the engine, flaps, everything was ready. We went up and we headed towards the runway, the noise of the propellers were vibrating and put me nervous, but I sign. Suddenly a deafening and acceleration, we shot for the dirt track, taking increasing speed until soft silence and took over our feelings. The magic existed, there was nothing more compelling than flying. He wanted to look around and could not, it bothered me ... but as I enjoyed it.
not remember how we flew the first time, just how beautiful it was. He looked happy, because I knew that I was very calm and said, "get the wheel (in auto steering wheel) with the fingertips, sentilo "he told me and when I want to spin it sideways I'm driving the pedals" My hands were soaked with sweat. I did, I took the wheel with the tips of the fingers, I felt it and turned to my side, right ... The plane turned his nose to the floor and took an enormous rate. The field is coming very fast, until Oscar laughing over not being able to take the wheel and the second leveled off. My gut is parked very close to my throat, but the feeling had been one ... could not believe it had "managed" aircraft.
decided to return and "sliding" landing ... I loved it aim to head and got down we got to the hangar and without anything, he said: "suddenly this looks like a drawer" I ran and when he arrived and I had shoes belts. Launched it was much louder than the previous one as it had two engines in front and one behind the cab, was striking and was flying it was a wonder. We flew a little higher, some thousands of feet that allowed us to see the Atlantic coast, we made it through the clouds, to suffer when the ice was ready to cover our vision ...
to say, everything was second to none, nothing more had happened to me at that age and it woke up after thirty-five years is still passionate about the planes. Each aircraft he saw me full of nostalgia and a tear escapes me, because he who did so much to awaken in me that passion is no longer with us, is much closer to the planes that all who were his life, until one miserable with power kicked him out of the aircraft and that his life was complicated and decided to move to heaven. They never could with him, was the best of all, had I ever wanted and could not, was a gentleman. Thank
videos LOMA NEGRA, OUR PEOPLE, I could see her alive again. She looked at him almost every day, the strange, he taught me to fly in every way that my new fifty years have come to know. Life is absolutely beautiful and the air is even more so. From the air of fantasy, love, the breach of the rules nauseating stink and do not let you be what you want, how wonderful it is to feel deeply what happens to you that life is a nonstop flight and you have to enjoy every moment, with what you have, so that you are and what you dream. Oscar
not know what I have taught and do not know what I miss, sometimes I feel I want to be with you, laughing and listening to your stories with those planes were flying fabric as a kid, in your town Coronel Pringles. I could not enjoy you when I came to understand what you were, you had already take off your own accord, had decided to watch us from above, I hope I continue looking and have seen what I am, I owe much to you, you taught me almost everything ... You will be my eternal
reference, I can not and do not want to forget. Your smile sounds like the most beautiful music in my ears and always will be so ... Because we'll submit another aircraft and will cross in the sky the best memories ...
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